Curious to Dream

Here I am falling curious again. I’ve been pulling at a tiny thread to my dreams… and now it’s unraveling fast. I’ve always known that my dreams would sail if I practiced patience and positive thinking (which is f-ing difficult!). Starshine is elusive; you have to carry a certain feeling in your heart to catch it.

Waiting is deafening. The anticipation entangles you. You become fixed on the feeling of wanting… instead of placing your heart on the feeling of having. If you want to live that dream, you must carry the surreal feeling with you in everyday life.

This really is a matter of fact verses fiction. Many of us have convinced ourselves that dreams are ephemeral. That’s something you hear about in fairy stories… it will never happen to me. Talk about the antithesis to getting what you want! Dreams fall on those who are willing. You can’t catch raindrops, if you wont stick your tongue out.

Try living the dream before it’s even made an appearance.

There is this painful dichotomy that exist between what we want and what we need. We tell ourselves lies that we have to live in the real world, and relegate what we love to the realm of hobbies. Bullshit! You can do whatever you want. You can have your cake and eat it too… if you dare to do so!

Why not make your art your life, isn’t that the most trustworthy way to live?

So many of us believe that you have to be good little boys and girls… give your 40 hours a week to the cubicle gods, and then have fun on the weekends. We have to do what’s right… get college educations, wear suites and ties, carry brief cases. If not, then we’ll just be a bunch of starving artists… living on moonbeams and air!

This whole mindset just makes my skin crawl. We have to banish this nonsense. You have to rage against the “norms”. Fight your negative upbringing. Burn the hell out of those “tapes” that bog you down. If you want to make a change, live your dreams, and really be happy…do it!

Wake up everyday and just know that you are/will do what you love!

Try it out. See where it takes you. The magic is there, just waiting to be called on!

© Shaheen 2013

Tea and Cartomancy: Teaching Lenormand

Last night was a wonderful evening of tea, new friends, and cartomancy! Exploring the mysteries of the unknown by thumbing through cards is my idea of a good time. What do you expect? It speaks to my gypsy soul. The cards always taste a little sweeter when sharing them with other enthusiast. 

It was my first time presenting my deck, Shaheen’s Tattered Nomad Oracle, to a group of people in a workshop setting. And what a great group it was to present to. The gathering was much bigger than anticipated… and everyone was very present, enthusiastic and kind.

By the end of the evening I felt like everyone knew a little more about Lenormand, and I feel like I know a little more about it as well! The opportunity to share this deck, and this system was a blessing. Everyone showed so much love for the TNO. And they were all eager to do another class!!

I hope we can have another bohemian gathering… discussing the cards, and sharing our stories :-)

Would you like to learn more about Lenormand?

Would you like to learn more about working with, Shaheen’s Tattered Nomad Oracle?

Do you want to learn about cartomancy? 

Let me know… I have some learning opportunities in the works!

Oh, and if you find you can’t live without your own copy of my deck… I can help!

Shaheen

The Poetry of Death

Death is a reminder to us that everything is in constant motion; an endless dance that moves us from one phase to the next. Passing through doors you remain a part of the changeless change. As a caterpillar dies to the beauty of a butterfly, so does our soul here on earth shed it shell to fly with something a little more spectacular, brilliant and gleaming. Death is the teacher, the keeper and the lover. Death gives us the gift of living… if only we see it before our time.

Nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award

What a sweet little treat to be nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award. I feel so blessed to know that people resonate with my writing and are willing to join my gypsy journey. Thank you for the nomination Summer Goddess, I appreciate your support and enthusiasm.

Here are the rules:

If you are nominated, you’ve been awarded the Versatile Blogger award.

  •  Thank the person who gave you this award. That’s common courtesy.
  •  Include a link to their blog. That’s also common courtesy — if you can figure out how to do it.
  •  Next, select 15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly. ( I would add, pick blogs or bloggers that are excellent!)
  •  Nominate those 15 bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award — you might include a link to this site.
  •  Finally, tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself.

 

Thank you again, Summer Goddess!

Here are my 15 blogs that I recommend and nominate:

Saturness

JohnCoyote

Sparrow Tarot

Twelve of Hearts 

The Go Between

Prince Le Normand

Magic Mentha

Under the Cowrie Moon

Photon Stimulus 

The Four Queens

Bohemian Valhalla 

I’m Burning With Love 

Quirkeries

Tarot In a Teacup

Tarotize

Here are 7 things about me:

1. I only wear boots. I wear them all Summer long (if I don’t have boots on it’s a special occasion).

2. I write songs and play the piano with my rudimentary skills, but it’s my little treat to myself!

3. I am in LOVE with Stevie Nicks. I think she is the greatest writer of all times.

4. I am a Fashion Design student.

5. I’ve been reading Tarot since I was about 6 years old.

6. I have a black cat named Ali, and a black cat spirit guide named Spooky.

7. I put a scarf on anything I can…. It adds a touch of color and gypsy to any room ;-)

I hope you enjoy this! And congratulations :-)

A Prayer to Touch the Divine

Universal spirit of love and light

Wrap your satin glow around me

In protection, power and grace

Give me the vision to see beyond

These walls that keep me bound

In this illusion of depletion and separation

Hush my ego self so that spirit may whisper to me

Working through my fragile shell to guide

Those who seek refuge in your light

Allow me to access with clarity

The wisdom, the healing and the knowledge

Of the all knowing, the I Am

So that our path in this earth-walk may be

A little easier, a little brighter

Let me bask in the love of the Universe

Grant me the courage and the power to see

The love and light within my spirit

Allow me to step beyond the veil

To the world where we have not forgotten our glory

Where time flows into one golden ring

And the answers I seek are found

And where the desires I have are made real

With the hand of celestial helpers guiding me

And the love of the guiding flames

Let me walk this path

In this moment, in each day

So shall it be

© Shaheen Miro 2009

Fire Light

Owner, Dudva.

We came here faithful and wild eyed. Looking for answers as the smoke made rings around their heads. They were forgotten angels, forged in the heat and pressure of another storm. Beyond your memory is hidden a history far greater than can be told in words.

I lit a candle, burned it for 3 days to heal the pain. The color was liquid red and hot like the sweat that ran down your face as I was leaving. You were begging for change, and yet I had changed long before you knew. Why do they forsake the ones they love?

So they sing. They sing as the dark falls around them. A gentle cloak of raven black. There you can hear the words being whispered to silhouettes of strangers. Faces of marionettes suspended from memories. Make me up how you want to. Make them believe I was nothing and you were everything.

He wanted badly to touch the heart of the mystery. A dangerous soul who would rage against the gods. Fire could rain down. Prayers couldn’t protect him. There’s not map to guide you as you slip away into your own misery. Mock them as you run. They will taunt you. We can still pray… even though prayers are useless now.

If I can wake up and breathe again. Does that mean none of it was real? I might just be another memory. She said the white doves are calling to us now. We can walk on the edge of what was, and what will be. We can dance with the dead to feel alive again. There’s no shame in burning a candle… even if it can’t drown out the night.

I whisper one more time before its over. I touch my lips gently to the flame. Kissing the fire. Another form of passing. Wind catches light and pushes it into oblivion. A fragile soul is lost to the dark again. Snuffed out. No more light. No more life. I hope the prayers still burn brightly on the other side.

© Shaheen Miro

Personal Reading with the Tattered Nomad Oracle for 2013

Things have been so exciting here in Denver, and I’m still getting settled. I wanted to layout a few cards on New Years Eve to look ahead for 2013, but I haven’t had the chance until today. So here is a brief reading highlighting the key themes of my 2013! 

Beginning with the corners:

(Book + Child) it seems that a new project is underway involving education, which makes sense since I just moved to Denver for a new job to further my education. I also see this as the beginning of a new book or writing project, which is one of my goals for this year! Moving on (Heart + Clover) there is a lot of emotional attachments that are progressing quickly in a positive direction. This makes sense to me already!

Looking at the crossing cards:

(Fox + Man + Woman) At first I was confused by this because I didn’t see myself as the man in the spread, I thought maybe this was my partner, which is still a possibility as he works with and has a lot of female friends. Maybe she is being deceptive? Or they are saving-face about something? But looking at this combination further I see this as a new opportunity in career for me. I will be connecting with a woman (story of my life) who will help me. If we knight from the fox we get the Child and Clover, so it sounds like this woman helps move a new project along very quickly! 

(Letter + Man + Clouds) A letter/email is coming from a man that is causing confusion. I instantly see this as my father. It’s very likely that if he contacts me it will be via some written form of communication. And, knighting from the Letter (Heart + Child) is a definite indicator that this is my father.

Looking at the Diagonals:

(Book + Man + Child) We have another indicator of a new educational opportunity for myself. But, if we knight from the book there seems to be some confusion about this new opportunity, or in the case of this new job, apprehension (Clouds). Knighting in the other direction reiterates the Woman who is being some sort of guide and advocate. (Heart + Man + Clover) is another indicator of things progressing fast with a love connection, but when I knight from the heart there is another story being told. Knighting from the Heart shows an emotional letter from a man that also involves a woman, who could possibly be my mother. 

Seems like there are some interesting things happening in 2013. I will have to flip a few more cards as time goes on to get a better picture. Feel free to leave your interpretation as well! 

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© Shaheen Miro 2013

LA, LA Land

Sticky, hot, wet feelings of fame and illusion hang heavy in the air. There is something deceptively titillating about this place. Everything shines even through the smog and grim cover it with a protective film. Maybe there is a need for things to be hidden under layers of dust. This is what protects the original dream of shinning lights and real life fantasies.

I remember looking down and seeing the city of LA burning like a bed of embers in a black void. The lights of houses, the lights of dreams, the lights of misery, the lights of mystery… they were sparks in my dead of night, sending chills through my body and soul, they made my heart stop a little.

Coming here has been a pilgrimage. Maybe even a coming of age. I always find myself in new places. I am a nomad. There is always a new experience to be had; a new place to explore. I am uncovering facets of who I am. I am finding pieces of my destiny. This place is part of my destiny.

Being here has ignited a candle that has waited patiently to burn within me. I am taking the hand of destiny and allowing myself to float away. Things will come to me. Things come to those who are willing to be brave. I am praying to be brave enough to see what’s next. I am praying to be strong enough to do what I am called to do.

The time is almost up and I will return home, I know this place will be another home in my heart….though I know gypsies never really have homes, only places that make them feel safe and alive for awhile. I’m in no rush to be anywhere. But I am anxious to get back to the things that really feed my inner being.

It’s clear to me now how much we know about our destiny if we only stand still for a few moments, silence our fears and listen to the voice within. I have known things my whole life, maybe not in their entirety, but at least as a little seed, a feeling. Now that I trust these morsel of truth, doors are opening.

I came here to be a story-teller. I’m not always sure how I will tell the story, or whose story it will be… but I trust in the wind and where it takes me. So I am standing here on the edge of something greater than we can ever know, I am spreading my arms and letting myself fall into unseen wings.

The Gypsy Tarot Tour Has Begun!

Suzy and I are now in L.A and ready to embark on our first day here. We are very excited to see as much as we can and to meet everyone. I have a feeling some very good things are going to happen. I can already tell a very strange, mystical and somewhat chaotic aura hangs over this place, so I’m ready to explore!

There is still plenty of opportunity for us to meet you and we would love the chance! If you are interested in have a reading party, schedule a session, have a workshop or some other idea… let me know :-)

You can contact me via email at shaheen@shaheenmiroinsights.com or by phone 937.213.3426

The Will to Change

I stepped into the darkened parlor, only a candle illuminated the room from the piano in the corner. A sound like a clock ticking trailed off in the distance.  Each tic coincided with the beat of my heart. I moved deeper into the shadows trying to unfold the mystery that lingered, invisible in the air.

I touched the cool wood of the table and felt the soft velvet that covered the sofa. My senses were tingling with anticipation. I felt faint, almost out of breath, I felt as if I had been battered by the tenacious waves of the ocean. Something was coming over me.

I was met by a vision; something loomed heavy in the corner. I knew that there was a messenger here. He had come for me to impart his wisdom. “Show yourself!” I protested. But nothing came from the darkness.

Catching my breath, I sat on the sofa. I pulled the warm air into my lungs and let the scent of musk and roses fill me. There was something different here. Something I had never felt before. Or maybe I was never open to its mystery.

Suddenly it came to me. The figure appeared like a bead of light moving through a dark sky. It was the spirit of change. Some may call it death, others may call it life, but I simply call it change.

The figure held out its hand. I could only make out the slight structure… tall, thin, and able. I felt with every fiber of my being that it was time. Time to let go of the worn-out and the old. Time to move into the future, fearless and alive. I knew it wasn’t the end, but actually the beginning.

Loud and clear I heard from within the body of light, “Dance! The secret of life is to dance!”… and then the light receded back into shadows like the dying embers of a fire. Darkness absorbed all traces of light until only I was left, with this vision and this message to carry on in my head.

I closed my eyes. Startled. Moved. Changed. I knew that everything would be okay.